"Do you know that no man has ever stepped foot into my room?" Qin Wen muttered softly as she lay on Xiang Yu's chest.
Xiang Yu took the opportunity to lift his head and inspect the room's furnishings and decor, which were fresh and simple. The room was set up in a warm and elegant manner, complemented by a light fragrance that evoked a peculiar feeling, perhaps one could call it impulse.
When Xiang Yu left, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Sitting in the car, he felt his legs go numb and somewhat out of control. As for Qin Wen, she was even more devastated, lying there unable to move. She took it in stride, though, and simply fell asleep right there. In her dreams, she was probably still fiercely battling away.
After Xiang Yu returned to Wolong Villa, everyone was pleasantly chatting and eating. When they saw Xiang Yu come back, they quieted down and then turned to look at him.
